Echoing Rambo, assuming we're talking about the underlying problems in our current economic instability...
Whose fault is it that we're in this mess? The Democrats? Republicans? No. The fault is mine. And yours.
It's tempting to lay the blame at the feet of politicians who put a finger on the scale forcing banks to give loans to poor people not able to ever repay them. Or on other politicians poisoned by libertarian ideology who have spent the last thirty years pushing us toward economic anarchy. Or perhaps the black hole of greed that is Wall Street is your preferred target? Well, there's plenty of blame to be laid at the feet of all of these folks, but when it comes down to it they're all just symptoms of our cultural infantilism. I want it. I deserve it. Noone's going to tell me what to do or what I should or shouldn't want or have. More is better than less. This cultural immorality has given us social chaos (abortion, gay marriage, etc.), environmental chaos, and--now impossible to ignore--economic chaos. We are
all complicit in this cancer that is tearing our culture apart.
Take a look at this chart showing the ratio of debt to income of the overall US economy. It shows both the result of our childishness and the cause of our current crisis. The sharp upward trend that began in the early eighties has grown worse and worse until today the US economy owes 3 and 1/2 times its annual production (income). In other words, the great "wealth" and "prosperity" we've enjoyed since 1980 was not based on economic growth, but on the economy running up its metaphorical credit card. The crisis we're looking at today is just the bill coming due.
Decide today that you are not what the last thirty years have done their best to shape you into. Repeat after me: "I am an American citizen, not an American consumer. I will not buy what I do not need and what I cannot afford. I will save money. I will live modestly. I will be an adult."
For the truth that lies at the heart of theology is not something there to be discovered, but something, or rather someone, to whom we must surrender. The mystery of faith is not ultimately something that invites our questioning, but something that questions us.
Andrew Louth, Discerning the Mystery